In life, some girls will ask you if the game is more important or she is more important while you are playing games, ask if your work is more important or she is while you are working hard, even ask if your elders are more important or she is during the rare times you accompany your parents.
Thatâs very childish.
Xu Changâan knows that Yun Qian is not a childish person, so if it were the real Miss Yun, she wouldnât care about the answer when asking this question because sheâs just simply asking.
Even if Xu Changâan said that the Heavenly Dao is more important, she probably wouldnât feel dissatisfied.
What is the Heavenly Dao?
Xu Changâan inevitably thinks of the Heavenly Dao System on himself.
But the Heavenly Dao here, no matter how you think about it, has nothing to do with the System.
Supreme Principle of Heaven and Earth, Impermanence Dao, call it Heavenly Dao.
He walked to Yun Qian, and in her somewhat surprised gaze, he gently embraced her, separating after a long while, placing one hand on Yun Qianâs cheek seriously said, "But being alone for too long... is lonely?"
"No." Yun Qian felt the warmth on her cheek, thought for a moment, and then said, "A little bit."
Really strange.
In the past, even if it was flying dust over the vast sea, starry clouds accumulated, in the Star Sea where time has lost significance, she wouldnât have this feeling.
"Lonely because of my cultivation..." Xu Changâan sighed softly, "Thatâs also an inevitable thing."
Xu Changâan tucked Yun Qianâs long hair behind her ear, the corner of his mouth curved, and said, "I wouldnât say Iâm cultivating because of Miss, because thatâs my own thing, but... your husband chasing the Supreme Principle of Heaven and Earth is also for a more stable life."
Listening to Xu Changâanâs words, which are slightly different from usual, Yun Qianâs big eyes blink.
Dreams are indeed wonderful, allowing her to hear words she usually does not.
"Youâre saying... Iâm more important than the Heavenly Dao?" Yun Qian asked.
"Of course." Xu Changâan nodded, among his many reasons for cultivation, a large part is related to his familyâs Miss Yun.
Xu Changâan looked at Yun Qian, naturally held her wrist, using a very light strength, as if afraid a strong grip would cause the person in front of him to shatter like a bubble.
"Itâs good to drink wine, grow old with you. Quietness reigns over the music... who doesnât want to live a stable life." Xu Changâan said, "Loving life for a hundred years... may be great, but a short-lived flower is also beautiful, just like Miss you are to me."
"I donât understand." Yun Qian shook her head.
"Be patient, Miss." Xu Changâan took a deep breath, "For a better life in the future... you can bear it a little more."
If we canât meet often, just endure it.
The wedding isnât urgent.
Having children isnât urgent.
"I understand." Yun Qian looked at the complicated emotions in the young manâs eyes and suddenly felt good-hearted. She asked, "Are you enduring too?"
"Yes." Xu Changâanâs corner of the eye twitched slightly, helplessly looked at Yun Qian in front of him, "Iâm very restrained, very restrained, for not turning this dream into spring."
"Since itâs a dream, thereâs no need to restrain." Yun Qian thought for a moment and waved a finger in front of Xu Changâan: "I wonât have children."
"Miss, are you an Enchanting Demon?"
"Whatâs an Enchanting Demon."
"Nothing." Xu Changâan covered his face, sighing.
He appears to be talking to Yun Qian, but actually, some words heâs saying to himself, taking the dream as a lesson, to steadfastly consolidate his cultivation Dao Heart.
At this moment, a gust of wind rose outside the window lattice, the clouds thinned, and the entire sky appeared with many aurora-like scenes.
Xu Changâan realizes that the transformation after his Open Source Realm has completely finished, and his physical strength and Spiritual Power have also recovered to eighty percent, then releases Yun Qianâs hand.
"Miss, I have to go."
"Hmm." Yun Qian walked to sit in front of the dressing table mirror in the room.
"Doing what?" Xu Changâan asked.
"Braid my hair before you leave." Yun Qian said, she managed to return to the island, wanting to reminisce about past life here.
"Alright." Xu Changâan nodded, thinking here is indeed his dream, whatever he wants to do... the Yun girl in the dream knows.
In front of the mirror, Xu Changâan looked at Yun Qian inside.
Looking in the mirror in a dream is actually doing a kind of introspection within, just like now.
Xu Changâan picked up the wooden comb, carefully styling Yun Qianâs long hair, treating each corner to perfection, suddenly said, "Miss, my talent in cultivation isnât very good, the efficiency of absorbing and transforming Spiritual Power is completely inferior to ordinary people."
"..." Yun Qianâs eyelashes trembled slightly, her gaze wandering.
Spiritual Qi is afraid of her husband, so what Xu Changâan can absorb are some relatively inferior ones, itâs strange if the cultivation speed can be fast.
It has nothing to do with Miss Guan Yun.
The System had already handled it well.
"Blame me." Yun Qian still spoke.
"What does it have to do with Miss." Xu Changâan said, then suddenly froze.
Yun Qian said "I," referring to himself right, after all, itâs his dream, Yun Qianâs thoughts are his thoughts, so Xu Changâan corrected himself, "Itâs not wrong to say that."
Listening to Xu Changâanâs words, Yun Qianâs fingers couldnât help but grasp the hem of her skirt, she said, "Itâs okay, youâre the best."
"Whatâs powerful?" Xu Changâan knows the difficulties of his cultivation, he lamented, "The sky leisurely above, the body straddles the wind, below no ladder, above no strength."
The sky of cultivation above, worldly dust below, heâs stuck in such an awkward place.
Wanting to step into the Azure Clouds, yet stuck in the middle, canât go up, and unwilling to come down.
"Feeling uneasy?" Yun Qian pondered for a while, asking.